Disclaimer: I only wish I owned Rookie Blue. But I don't, I'm just borrowing. :)
Rated T for a not-so-nice words at the end.
A/N: About four hours 'til episode 5, 'Broad Daylight' airs. Can't wait!
This is my third Rookie Blue drabble, and also my longest. Also the first story about the wonderful Chris Diaz! Woohoo!
This centers around the end of episode 4, 'Signals Crossed'. I took artistic liberty and wrote what I think Chris could have said to the guy whose son died (I'm not sure what his name is, or if they even gave him one), because we didn't get to hear.
I really hope you enjoy!
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Chris Diaz. Set after 'Signals Crossed'.
"Sir, I'm sorry to inform you of this, but your son ... your son is dead."
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Some people say that they've always wanted to be a cop; that they've never wanted anything else. And maybe that's true for them, he's not sure. Personally, he finds it hard to believe that they could have been so dedicated to one thing for their entire life. Maybe for most of their life ... but he can clearly recall his little sister and all her phases: wanting to be a pony, then a princess, a ninja, a veterinarian, a marine biologist. She's a kindergarten teacher now, and loves it.
Chris hasn't always wanted to be a cop. No, for most of his life, he wanted to be a doctor. It's always been the idea of helping people … healing them and making them better again.
It started when his mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. It was hard, to see him mom so weak. But after treatments and surgeries and doctors always coming and going, they said she was better. And she was. Until five years later, at least, when it hit again during his junior year in high school. More treatments, more surgeries, and more doctors … only that time, she didn't get all better. She just kept getting worse, until one day the heart monitor beside her hospital bed flat-lined. Two days later, he was standing beside her grave in a black suit, holding his sister tightly as she sobbed into his shoulder.
It was then, half-way through his senior year, that he decided he didn't want to be a doctor anymore.
So with the doctor option a major no-go, he had to figure out a new career path. At first he thought maybe a firefighter … he even considered entering the army. But the former just didn't have the right spark, and he couldn't leave his family for the month long deployments all over the world that the latter promised.
And then, he considered the force.
It was definitely appealing; the position and what came with it: respect of the badge, power of authority … but especially the justice.
There had been no opportunity for justice with his mom's death. As much as he'd wanted to blame her doctors for not being able to save her, he knows that sometimes there are just things that medicine can't overcome. He could blame the cancer (he still does), but there's nothing he can do to get revenge on a disease. No judge or jury that could remove it – and the danger it brought – from society.
His mom never got her justice. But he can bring justice to others and their families; and he figures that it's the next best thing.
So when he has to tell a man that his son's been murdered and he'll never get the chance to make things with him right, he makes a promise that he shouldn't, because – try as he might – he may not be able to keep it.
But the man sobbing in his arms reminds him too much of himself when his mom's heart stopped beating.
And with that thought, he can't help what he says.
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"We'll find the bastard, sir; I swear.
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